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Feelings

                                                     Srijan Shashwat
                                                    2020A7B30091P

                                      I cherished that feeling with childish innocence
                                           With the plainness of a drop of water

                                                 Feeling it like raindrops

                                                Uncontrolled but directed
                                                 Unnoticed and rejected

                                        Like the sunlight that falls on your window
                                      I don’t care whether you treat me with a smile

                                       But I do care about seeing you every morning

                                               Starting my day with yours
                                        And hoping that for one moment of the day

                                       The brightness on your face is because of me.


                                                I am jealous of that flower
                                    The one with which you clicked pictures yesterday

                                             It seems they’re luckier than me

                                          To have been in the same frame as you
                                           I find your necklace vain and stupid

                                       When you wear it, it screams to get attention
                                               But it fails to overpower you

                                     And yet you keep it close to your heart every day.

                                          I am jealous of the shawl that you wear
                                          It gets to keep you warm when it’s not

                                          I am jealous of the diary that you keep
                                      It gets to listen to your each and every thought



                                           My heart was like the keys you play
                                            That turn those notes into melodies

                                            It feels that you left a little abruptly
                                            What could’ve been a masterpiece.





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